Ghazal
कह दो कोई साक़ी से कि हम मरते हैं प्यासे
This ghazal poignantly captures the profound anguish of longing and the beloved's cold indifference. Driven to the brink of despair, the lover would even accept poison if denied wine, expressing that all sorrow stems purely from the beloved's neglect rather than any intermediaries.
Source: rekhta · HI
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कह दो कोई साक़ी से कि हम मरते हैं प्यासे
गर मय नहीं दे ज़हर ही का जाम बला से
Let someone tell the cupbearer that we are dying of thirst; if wine is denied, let him pour a cup of poison—so be it!
Let someone tell the cupbearer that we are dying of thirst; if he cannot give wine, let him give a cup of poison instead—it does not matter.
2
जो कुछ है सो है उस के तग़ाफ़ुल की शिकायत
क़ासिद से है तकरार न झगड़ा है सबा से
Whatever grievance exists is of her neglect alone; neither have I a dispute with the messenger, nor a quarrel with the breeze.
Whatever grievance there is, it is solely regarding the beloved's indifference; I have neither any dispute with the messenger nor any quarrel with the morning breeze.
3
दल्लाला ने उम्मीद दिलाई तो है लेकिन
देते नहीं कुछ दिल को तसल्ली ये दिलासे
Though the go-between has given hope, it is true, / Yet such consolations bring no solace to the heart.
The go-between has indeed offered hope, but these reassurances bring no comfort or solace to the heart.
4
है वस्ल तो तक़दीर के हाथ ऐ शह-ए-ख़ूबाँ
याँ हैं तो फ़क़त तेरी मोहब्बत के हैं प्यासे
Union rests in the hands of fate, O sovereign of the fair; as for us, we thirst only for your love.
O king of beauties, union with you lies in the hands of fate, while we here are merely thirsty for your love.
5
प्यासे तिरे सर-गश्ता हैं जो राह-ए-तलब में
होंटों को वो करते नहीं तर आब-ए-बक़ा से
Those thirsty souls who wander lost upon the path of seeking you, would never moisten their parched lips with the nectar of eternal life.
Those thirsty ones who wander bewildered in the path of seeking you do not moisten their lips even with the water of eternal life.
6
दर गुज़रे दवा से तो भरोसे पे दुआ के
दर गुज़रें दुआ से भी दुआ है ये ख़ुदा से
We gave up on medicine, placing our trust in prayer; that we may give up prayer itself—to God, this is our prayer.
We gave up on medicine relying on prayer, and now our only prayer to God is that we no longer even need to pray.
7
इक दर्द हो बस आठ पहर दिल में कि जिस को
तख़फ़ीफ़ दवा से हो न तस्कीन दुआ से
Let there dwell an ache within my heart through every hour and day, which no medicine can ever lessen, nor any prayer soothe away.
May there always be such a pain in my heart, day and night, that cannot be reduced by medicine nor soothed by prayer.
8
'हाली' दिल-ए-इंसाँ में है गुम दौलत-ए-कौनैन
शर्मिंदा हों क्यूँ ग़ैर के एहसान-ओ-अता से
O Hali, the wealth of both worlds lies hidden in the human heart; why then should one be humbled by the favors others impart?
O Hali, the wealth of both worlds is hidden within the human heart; why then should we feel humbled or indebted by the favors and generosity of others?
9
जब वक़्त पड़े दीजिए दस्तक दर-ए-दिल पर
झुकिए फ़ुक़रा से न झमकिये उमरा से
When need befalls, go knock upon the doorway of the heart; bow not before the mendicant, nor strut before the rich.
When a time of need arises, knock on the door of the heart; neither bow before the poor nor strut or show off before the rich.
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